<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331311214678601715</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:59:00.681+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jordan</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331311214678601715/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kelley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/SM2_yxzOU8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/CbxBpR9Y1UA/S220/white.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331311214678601715.post-4855426654671927618</id><published>2010-04-24T11:29:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T11:38:54.774+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A few Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/S9KsP2oRg-I/AAAAAAAAAG0/b_ZwONGaRPQ/s1600/IMG_8395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/S9KsP2oRg-I/AAAAAAAAAG0/b_ZwONGaRPQ/s200/IMG_8395.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463618686316282850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/S9KsPiczXYI/AAAAAAAAAGs/o1w1o6q4cMY/s1600/IMG_8404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/S9KsPiczXYI/AAAAAAAAAGs/o1w1o6q4cMY/s200/IMG_8404.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463618680899460482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/S9KsPUjZuXI/AAAAAAAAAGk/N87Vw_uMHyI/s1600/SDC12384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/S9KsPUjZuXI/AAAAAAAAAGk/N87Vw_uMHyI/s200/SDC12384.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463618677169043826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few Pictures that go with the last post. 2 are of a Rock Bridge at Wadi Rum. The second is of Steph &amp;amp; Eduardo in Hezakiah's Tunnel. This was one of my favorite things. It's pitch black weaving tunnel, where water is running through. The water got as high as my upper thighs at times. A few places we had to duck it was so short. It takes about 30 min I think to go through. We were suppose to have flashlights but we only had one for the 8 of us so I used the glow from my camera. Scary but great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to see more photos, visit my facebook album.&lt;br /&gt;Isreal - &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2009488&amp;amp;id=123600233&amp;amp;l=10d829c337"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt; (the news ones from out past trip start at #141 (page 8)&lt;br /&gt;Justin's Visit (everything else) - &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2010374&amp;amp;id=123600233&amp;amp;l=dd66bb4e88"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331311214678601715-4855426654671927618?l=schreiberk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/feeds/4855426654671927618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/2010/04/few-pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331311214678601715/posts/default/4855426654671927618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331311214678601715/posts/default/4855426654671927618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/2010/04/few-pictures.html' title='A few Pictures'/><author><name>Kelley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/SM2_yxzOU8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/CbxBpR9Y1UA/S220/white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/S9KsP2oRg-I/AAAAAAAAAG0/b_ZwONGaRPQ/s72-c/IMG_8395.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331311214678601715.post-7030830033706558743</id><published>2010-04-23T23:32:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T23:34:16.956+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A post by Audry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is a post Audry wrote about our past few weeks here....&lt;br /&gt;also, wanted to point out that I'm a lazy blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring Break Jordan Style&lt;/div&gt;We as the Jordan 5 this year are somewhat hopeless when it comes to writing prompt updates on this blog. It's not that we don't want to keep you infomed, but we are definitely not naturals at this whole blogging thing and for that we apologize.&lt;br /&gt;We have experienced so much in the past few weeks of which I’d like to give you an overview.  Most of us began our spring breaks on Thursday evening March 25th and within hours of the beginning we welcomed our first guests, the Hoyer family, who are currently living in Tel-Aviv.  We enjoyed the first of many dinners around enlarged dining room tables which was a welcome change to the normal 5 seater tables.  The next day we welcomed more family to our group with the arrival of Jamie's dad and brother-in-law and my sister.  It is a unique experience to go to the airport here in Amman.  The arrival gate, for those coming through customs at least, is a very narrow opening in a wall with a bar to block those waiting on the outside from crowding too close.  It was so crowded there at 4:30 in the afternoon with whole families waiting to welcome loved ones or friends.  I remember when we first arrived here in Amman back in August, the man (Khalid) from ABS that was there to greet us pointed out that even at 3am (our first arrival time) whole families will still come to welcome their travelers.  So after our excitement filled pick up at the airport we came back to begin and enjoy the first Sabbath we'd experienced with that large of a family since the Feast of Tabernacles in October.&lt;br /&gt;There were 13 of us here together for the Sabbath through the First Day of Unleavened Bread.  One highlight through these Holy Days was simply having live speakers that we could speak with and learn from even after the services were ended.  Simply having more iron to sharpen iron is an amazing part of having so many of God's people together.  We had a true feast when it comes to the messages God blessed us with.  Passover was inspiring and memorable.  Since we were observing it here in our apartments, we as the Jordan 5 were a little more involved in the preparations than we might otherwise have typically been.  It brought a certain vividness and attention to things and consideration of all the meaning in the Passover service.&lt;br /&gt;Some of us were able to see a few of the sites in Jordan on the day before and of Passover.  That first Sunday we began the first of many travels with Eduardo as our driver.  We (the Hoyer family, Jamie, Mr. Franks, Kris - Jamie's brother-in-law, Eduardo, Bobbi - my sister and I) made the hour or so journey north to the city of Jerash.  (Stephanie still had some work to do for the security center and Kelley decided to stay home for the day.)  We walked the ancient Roman streets and tried to put ourselves into the time period when the Romans occupied and built this city which was part of the decapolis (ten cities in this region of the world that were centers of Greco/Roman culture during the time of the Roman Empire).  &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aCldtZzi6hY/S9Gvq2lvV4I/AAAAAAAAAIY/nQosrz6jPNg/s320/CIMG4251.JPG" /&gt;We departed Jerash to travel directly south through Amman and on to Mt. Nebo where we took in the view that was the spot from which Moses first viewed the promised land.  It is truly a far reaching view, but nowhere near as clear and encompassing as I think it must have been when Moses first saw it.  Of course God's hand was also involved that time.  (Deuteronomy 34). &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aCldtZzi6hY/S9GvrVzVEQI/AAAAAAAAAIg/uFEmJcvIirc/s320/CIMG4340.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it back to the apartments in the afternoon with a few hours left to clean up and prepare ourselves for the Passover service.&lt;br /&gt;The next day we left pretty early so as to make the drive and enjoy part of the day in Petra.  We spent part of the morning and early afternoon walking through the siq to the Treasury, taking in the amazing architectual designs of what were tombs when they were first constructed and up the 900+ steps to the Monastery.  &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCldtZzi6hY/S9Gvr41wQkI/AAAAAAAAAIo/keHI89t0BtI/s320/CIMG4435.JPG" /&gt;It is amazing how something could be made of what would otherwise seem a land of desolation.  Mr. Hoyer was a wonderful guide to us being knowledgeable about the history of Petra.  One thing he pointed out was how some of the carvings were done in a particular way to allow for collection and retaining of water which would have been undetectable from an outsider's view but of course was the vital necessity for survival in such a harsh environment. &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aCldtZzi6hY/S9GvsJPGqUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/jbCUJ2v_sjg/s320/CIMG4437.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our brief but enjoyable Petra adventure, we made it back to Amman in the late afternoon to finish up preparations for the Night to Be Much Observed.  We enjoyed a mixed grill of chicken and beef with sides such as hummus, turkish salad, and other favorites with our homemade (by our inhouse baker Kelley) unleavened pita bread.  Conversation was enjoyable and part of it was spent on reviewing the story of ancient Israel coming out of Egypt.  The rest of the first Holy Day was spent with a good night's rest, a sit down brunch, services and then a sit-down dinner with lots of enjoyable conversation in between.  The Hoyers left us that evening to begin a trip to India.  The rest of us set off the next morning to spend a few days across the Jordan river in Jerusalem.&lt;br /&gt;The trip across the border was made in good time and without too many delays at all.  Upon our arrival to the hostel we (Eduardo, Stephanie, Kelley, Jamie, Mr. Franks, Kris, Bobbi and I), we were informed that our reservations could not be found and we would have to make do with another arrangement as far as numbers of rooms and beds in those rooms we would have to our disposal.  It all worked out and we had plenty of space considering what we soon realized came to be of the entire hostel.  Since we were there in Jerusalem during Days of Unleavened Bread and in the time leading up to Easter it was a very busy place.  Our hostel was providing mattresses on the floor even in the community areas and hallways for people to sleep on.  We had much to be thankful for in what we were given.  During our few days in Jerusalem we saw many of the famous sites:  the old city, Western Wall, Temple Mount (arriving 20 or so minutes before it was opened for only one hour), Mt of Olives, Garden Tomb, Church of the Holy Sepulchre, new Jewish district of the city and Hezekiah's Tunnel.  &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aCldtZzi6hY/S9G56__x7kI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ockFUcIvja4/s320/CIMG4487.JPG" /&gt;All of these sites as I'm sure you could imagine were cause for lots of thoughts and reviewing the history and future to come in Jerusalem.  We also took a journey away from the old city a bit to Yad Vashem (way of remembrance) and the Holocaust Museum where we spent quite a few hours.  It is easy to spend much more than a few hours with the amount of detail that has been spent to show the extremeties of what happened in that time in history.  &lt;div&gt;We had the opportunity to sample unleavened hamburgers from McDonalds in the Jewish part of the new city. &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCldtZzi6hY/S9G579hwbcI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TX3rdkf7Kx4/s320/CIMG4637.JPG" /&gt;This experience along with seeing some headlines in a newspaper left in our hostel lobby area brought to my mind thinking about what it will be like when the whole world observes the Days of Unleavened Bread.  Will there be restaurants serving unleavened hamburgers, will there be unleavened bread factories, what will the headlines look like if there are any?  I know these are not necessarily important questions, but interesting to think about nonetheless.&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aCldtZzi6hY/S9G56a3oWdI/AAAAAAAAAJA/LY_2C9JgYBk/s320/CIMG4457.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visiting Jerusalem is always a memorable and striking experience for me.  Being there in the place where so much has happened as well as where there is still much to come is indeed stirring.  At the same time, I am always thankful for the understanding that God does not simply live there in Jerusalem, but that He is with His people wherever they are.  It can be rather saddenning to see so many put so much of what they believe and hope in a particular place and and things instead of in God Himself.&lt;br /&gt;We (including our additional family member, Stephanie's sister Erica who had joined us in Jerusalem the day before) arrived back in Amman on Friday afternoon and spent the Sabbath savoring the much needed rest.  Although we were mostly site seeing and not necessarily working for the past week, I noticed how much the Sabbath was still something to be thankful for and a great blessing for the physical and mental rest.  Towards the end of the Sabbath we welcomed more family Nate and Casey (friends of Stephanie and Eduardo) and enjoyed a dinner in our constantly changing numbered family (11 for that brief segment of time).  We then said goodbye to Mr. Franks and Kris that night and welcomed Justin (Kelley's fiancee) the next afternoon.  Sunday was a catch up and do errands day for some of us while others (Stephanie, Eduardo, Nate, Casey and Erica) went on a journey to Mt. Nebo, the Dead Sea and one of the many claimed baptism sites (of Jesus Christ).  (Photo Below thanks to Nate and Casey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aCldtZzi6hY/S9G_AaMta3I/AAAAAAAAAJo/4w3GI6vU8Y8/s320/Crazy+Matzo+Picture.jpg" /&gt;On the Last Holy Day we listened to the sermon given by Mr. Kilough on the First Day in Spokane, WA on "Perception, Truth and the Days of Unleavened Bread."  It was a very good reminder that we can only be putting unleavened bread into our lives if it is God's truth through His word that is our reality.  We can not simply live by our perceptions to build Godly character unless what we're perceiving is God's truth which is only that defined by His word.  It was a very good message to remember that we can not define truth of and by ourselves nor can we grow in Godly character without having truth (God's word) in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;After sundown we made the trek down our hill and a bit further to eat at our favorite traditional food restaurant.  After dinner a few of us stopped at our favorite sweets shop and then on to a bakery and produce stand to pick up some things for our next journey beginning in the morning.  We left bright and early at 6am on Tuesday morning for Petra again with the whole group this time.  We arrived somewhere around 9am and Bobbi, Jamie and I departed on a separate hike from the rest of the group for the day.  The rest of the group did the traditional hike to the Monastery and back, but since Bobbi, Jamie and I had been there only a week before we decided we'd like to explore a little more.  We set out to climb to the peak of what is called Mt. Hor and claimed to be Aaron's tomb today.  Seeing it from a distance made it seem that goal was unattainable in a one day hike, but we began the adventure trusting words and maps Jamie had researched before that day. &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aCldtZzi6hY/S9G58R0W20I/AAAAAAAAAJg/b_PnC1tF1t0/s320/CIMG4660.JPG" /&gt;Although part of our day was spent looking for "other trails" and we didn't quite make it onto the correct peak, we did see some spectacular views and now have some very memorable experiences.  We stopped for tea with an older Bedouin couple, saw flocks of sheep and goats climbing the sides of the mountains with ease, walked through a dry riverbed, scrambled up sides of rocks to climb the mountain before us, walked a ways with 2 little Bedouin girls; these are some of many events that made this day as memorable as it is.  We could see the claimed tomb with clarity on the next peak over, but needed to turn around at that point because of the time and still didn't make it back until an hour after our original meeting time with the rest of the group.  Nate and Casey left us from Petra on a JETT tour bus to make it back to Amman for their midnight flight back home.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday night and Wednesday were the homestretch of all of our traveling during the couple weeks we were blessed with visitors.  That night we spent in the tents of the guest house at Wadi Rum.  We were all a bit worn from the day's hiking in Petra and so after devouring our grilled beef and vegetables we settled in for a good night's rest in our equally worn with access to a "starry sky view" tents.  Good thing there's not much rain in a desert. ;)  Wednesday was spent in the back of a 4WD truck sailing through the sand of the desert to various rock forms, dunes and other known sites to see.  &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aCldtZzi6hY/S9HhTbQb1yI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sJAWjvyseug/s320/CIMG4766.JPG" /&gt;One of the highlights was stopping for a picnic lunch and tea with our driver after climbing a rather large sand dune.  Not long after we were cruising into the little village where the rest house is located and were on our way back to Amman.  Thanks to Eduardo we made it back safely although we were in a hurry to return the rental van on time. &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aCldtZzi6hY/S9HhTDrBomI/AAAAAAAAAJw/VZS0BfsOe7I/s320/CIMG4724.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 5 minutes before we got back, all of as passengers started grabbing all of our supplies and luggage so we could just hop out and Eduardo could keep on driving back to the rental place.  No sooner had the van door opened in front of our apartment building when we heard a hissing noise and realized one of the front tires of the van had been punctured and was loosing air very quickly.  It was somewhat unbelievable.  We had made it to our front door and no further. Justin and Eduardo with the help of one of our neighbors changed the tire and although Eduardo was late with the rental, we were not charged extra for anything.  We have so much to be thankful for it's overwhelming. :)&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of all these activities and events we still had to keep in mind the thing we as the Jordan 5 had been training for for the past few months.  We rested up on Thursday only taking a short trip to pick up our numbers for the marathon we had all registered to be a part of the next day.  Our carb loading dinner consisted of spaghetti, garlic bread and salad and nervous anxiety.  The day was actually coming.  As we left Stephanie's and Eduardo's apartment to get a good night's rest, there was the sound of loud bagpipe music.  We all looked at each other and just started laughing.  Again a bit unbelievable that there would be this loud music in our apartment the one night we all were really trying to get a good night's rest.  It turned out to be a really neat thing to witness though.  We walked down the stairs to the apartment the music was coming from and got the unique experience of watching a bride and groom and the entire wedding party exit the apartment and fill the street in front.  They all got in their cars and began the wedding parade that we have grown accustomed to here in Jordan.  The bride and groom are always near the front in their car while the rest of the guests follow behind beeping in sync to celebrate.  After the party left, we proceeded with our intentions to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning, April 9th, the day had arrived.  We left the apartment just after 5 am to gather at King Hussein Park where we were to catch the designated bus for the starting lines.  There were thousands of people surrounding the busses and no signs marking when and which bus would go where.  (This sort of chaos is also a bit of something we've grown accustomed to in Jordan.  Where there are not always logical and clearly explained ways of doing things.)  After asking a number of volunteers who all seemed to have different answers we (Eduardo, Jamie, Kelley and I) somehow made it onto a bus and departed for the 42km line.  Stephanie and Erica went on a bus to the 21km line and I'm sure they had a fun time figuring out which bus to take as well.  We met some interesting people on our brief bus ride to the start line.  I have a feeling that veteran runners of marathons always have interesting stories.  I sat next to a man who has been a part of the iron man competitions numerous times and another man sitting behind me had climbed Mt. Everest and had run more than 200 marathons.  He said he was running this Dead Sea Marathon to make it to the lowest point on earth since he'd already been to the highest.  Kelley and I were both talking to this man and when he asked us how we'd come to run this particular race and how many we'd each ran, we looked at him wide-eyed replying this was our first.  With all these events in quick succession we arrived at the starting line no more than 5 minutes before the gun went off.  Fortunately we had done a lot of our preparation back at the gathering point.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The gun went off at 7:01 am and we ran and we ran and we kept running and battled many aches and pains and prayed much along the way.  The first half of the race was all down hill which was definitely easy as far as effort put forth, but not so easy on the impact it gives to the body (knees and feet in particular).  The marathon began in the city of Amman and ended at the Amman Public Beach at the Dead Sea.  We all made it!  I have to say that those were some of the longest hours I've experienced in life, but worth it to cross that finish line.  We all made it through before 11:30 (results are posted at deadseamarathon.com if you want more details) and were completely exhausted sitting in the shade we could find for quite a while before embarking upon moving again.  We parted ways for the afternoon.  Justin and Kelley spent some time eating lunch with some of the teachers and students from the YMWA who had run in the "Fun Run" (4.2km) part of the race.  Bobbi and I went to float in the Dead Sea for a while and the rest of the crew hopped on the busses heading back to Amman.  When we all made it back to Amman, we had an early dinner of pizza and were asleep no later than 8.  One particular lesson I've taken from running in training for the marathon is that to keep going at times it is a battle; in our spiritual lives even more so.  We must keep going and rely on God for the strength to keep going to finally make it to that finish line which will be so much more exhilirating than crossing this physical finish line was. &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aCldtZzi6hY/S9Gvs8N_-BI/AAAAAAAAAI4/R0wsRUt6RC4/s320/CIMG4797+%28600+x+450%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sabbath was wonderful as usual and needed of course.  We were joined by the Hoyer family that morning upon their return flight from India and Erica left us that evening.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning the Hoyers left to go back to Tel-Aviv and we all went back to work for the first time since our marathon of a spring break had begun.  Bobbi went to school with me and I think that topped it off that she experienced in just 2 weeks every part of life as I have throughout the past several months here in Jordan.  Bobbi and Justin left that night leaving our apartments pretty quiet again.  We miss our extra family, but were also happy for crossing the finish line of our journeying for the couple weeks.&lt;br /&gt;We are now back to work and "normal" life here in Jordan and I believe you are caught up with a brief overview of some of what our life has been recently.  :)  Happy upcoming Sabbath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Audry~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331311214678601715-7030830033706558743?l=schreiberk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/feeds/7030830033706558743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/2010/04/post-by-audry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331311214678601715/posts/default/7030830033706558743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331311214678601715/posts/default/7030830033706558743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/2010/04/post-by-audry.html' title='A post by Audry'/><author><name>Kelley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/SM2_yxzOU8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/CbxBpR9Y1UA/S220/white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aCldtZzi6hY/S9Gvq2lvV4I/AAAAAAAAAIY/nQosrz6jPNg/s72-c/CIMG4251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331311214678601715.post-8348794643967461946</id><published>2010-03-25T22:03:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T22:09:33.982+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Videos</title><content type='html'>Here are some videos I made a while ago and forgot to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Story about my bus ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/STcAsBaH1F4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/STcAsBaH1F4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Tour of my school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UN2hJ35RkJg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UN2hJ35RkJg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My English class students. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/feFwFSb0SxU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/feFwFSb0SxU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331311214678601715-8348794643967461946?l=schreiberk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/feeds/8348794643967461946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/2010/03/videos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331311214678601715/posts/default/8348794643967461946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331311214678601715/posts/default/8348794643967461946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/2010/03/videos.html' title='Videos'/><author><name>Kelley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/SM2_yxzOU8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/CbxBpR9Y1UA/S220/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331311214678601715.post-1551769056149994150</id><published>2010-01-02T00:08:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T00:11:40.596+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Apartment Tour</title><content type='html'>Hi. All is well in Jordan. Audry, Stephanie and Eduardo just got home from a trip to Northern Israel. ABS had their winter break the last 2 weeks and they return to school Sunday while Jamie and I at YMWA have one more week of school left before our 3 week break! Wanted to share a video we made of our apartment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cat6NtCDqio&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cat6NtCDqio&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331311214678601715-1551769056149994150?l=schreiberk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/feeds/1551769056149994150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/2010/01/apartment-tour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331311214678601715/posts/default/1551769056149994150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331311214678601715/posts/default/1551769056149994150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/2010/01/apartment-tour.html' title='Apartment Tour'/><author><name>Kelley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/SM2_yxzOU8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/CbxBpR9Y1UA/S220/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331311214678601715.post-2175553775486685877</id><published>2009-12-18T21:20:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T21:22:07.700+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos from school</title><content type='html'>Here is a link where I have put more photos up of the kids at school. They are at the end so you will have to get to page 7 or 8 for the new ones to start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2008860&amp;id=123600233&amp;l=2f3de8f697"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331311214678601715-2175553775486685877?l=schreiberk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/feeds/2175553775486685877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/2009/12/photos-from-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331311214678601715/posts/default/2175553775486685877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331311214678601715/posts/default/2175553775486685877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/2009/12/photos-from-school.html' title='Photos from school'/><author><name>Kelley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/SM2_yxzOU8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/CbxBpR9Y1UA/S220/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331311214678601715.post-3920013908913018305</id><published>2009-12-18T20:48:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T20:59:44.452+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A post by Jamie</title><content type='html'>I've gotten so lazy with blogging that when someone else writes something up, I steal it :)&lt;br /&gt;Here is a blog by Jamie, my roommate who works at the same school as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post hentry uncustomized-post-template"&gt; &lt;a name="486998626053803079"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://uycjordan09.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-in-life.html"&gt;A day in the life.......&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that we have been here in Jordan for four months our lives have become somewhat routine. At least as "routine" as you can get in Jordan. I thought I would take this time to give you a rundown of how a typical day goes for me at the YMWA for Special Education. My day starts as 6:20 a.m. when the school bus picks Kelley and I up in front of our apartment building. We are greeted by two other teachers and our driver with "sabbah-al-heir" (good morning) and then we are on our way through the hills of Amman picking up students and teachers during our 1 hour and 40 minute bus ride to the school. Of course before we get too far into our journey we must always first stop at a local coffee stand to get a good strong cup of Arabic coffee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aCldtZzi6hY/SyppWFjHukI/AAAAAAAAAF4/L4SZqr-mbNE/s1600-h/DSC00270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 240px; float: right; height: 181px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416257330033965634" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aCldtZzi6hY/SyppWFjHukI/AAAAAAAAAF4/L4SZqr-mbNE/s320/DSC00270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aCldtZzi6hY/SypnCc_POTI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/k6qyCMkx75c/s1600-h/DSC00276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416254793705273650" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aCldtZzi6hY/SypnCc_POTI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/k6qyCMkx75c/s200/DSC00276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We arrive at the school at 8 a.m. Our first order of business is morning stretches with the students and then we are off to our different areas of duty. Since I have been here I have helped out and visited a number of different areas throughout the school as well as vocational, but have recently settled into an area that I enjoy very much. I was asked to teach first aid/health to all the students in the school as well as in the vocational section. When I was first approached on teaching this I was excited because it is something that I know and that I enjoy doing. But, then I remembered how difficult this was going to be since my Arabic is VERY limited. A lot of brainstorming sessions took place, and with the help of everyone a lesson plan was created. In order to teach an entire lesson without speaking more than one or two words there was going to have to be a lot of visuals and hands-on activities. My first lesson that I have been, and am currently teaching them now is how to care for minor cuts. With the help of my roommates and Kelley's amazing editing skills we made a video showing someone getting a minor cut, and then the steps to care for the cut (complete with the few arabic words we do know). Once I have the students watch the video I give them a fake hand (a rubber glove stuffed with flour) with a cut on it and some fake blood. Then, I have still frame photos that I show them of all steps involved which they then perform on the hand. Surprisingly they really seem to be getting the concept, and in the mean time I am still trying to learn more Arabic. The only problem is..... I think the next lesson they want me to do is on fire safety, and I am having a difficult time convincing any of my roommates to let me start a small fire to shoot our next video!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aCldtZzi6hY/SypnCigPupI/AAAAAAAAAFY/jY8BB9vRts0/s1600-h/DSC01842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416254795185896082" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aCldtZzi6hY/SypnCigPupI/AAAAAAAAAFY/jY8BB9vRts0/s200/DSC01842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aCldtZzi6hY/SypnCod_deI/AAAAAAAAAFg/nFFkp4Txf9A/s1600-h/DSC01844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 134px; height: 151px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416254796787054050" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aCldtZzi6hY/SypnCod_deI/AAAAAAAAAFg/nFFkp4Txf9A/s200/DSC01844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aCldtZzi6hY/SypnC-At40I/AAAAAAAAAFo/N2bVkHiUXlw/s1600-h/DSC01846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 150px; height: 200px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416254802569847618" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aCldtZzi6hY/SypnC-At40I/AAAAAAAAAFo/N2bVkHiUXlw/s200/DSC01846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have really been enjoying teaching this class. My favorite part about teaching is that I get to work with one or two of the students at a time. This has allowed me to get to know each student a little better, and has also given me a better understanding of their level of comprehension as well as their deficits. The other part that I have really enjoyed is working all over the school as well as in the vocational section. Each area has its own personality, and I love to see the differences as well as getting to know all the different teachers and students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is over at 1 p.m., and then it is back to the bus. Depending on traffic and how many students are absent we usually make it home a little before 3 p.m. We follow this schedule Sunday through Thursday. The only variation to this schedule is on Wednesday when we teach an English class to some of the vocational students, and then on Mondays when we return home from school the five of us meet up at ABS for some much needed lessons in Arabic. Not a bad schedule at all! --- Jamie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the video we made!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6BXUxD51Tnc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6BXUxD51Tnc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6BXUxD51Tnc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6BXUxD51Tnc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331311214678601715-3920013908913018305?l=schreiberk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/feeds/3920013908913018305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/2009/12/post-by-jamie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331311214678601715/posts/default/3920013908913018305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331311214678601715/posts/default/3920013908913018305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/2009/12/post-by-jamie.html' title='A post by Jamie'/><author><name>Kelley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/SM2_yxzOU8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/CbxBpR9Y1UA/S220/white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aCldtZzi6hY/SyppWFjHukI/AAAAAAAAAF4/L4SZqr-mbNE/s72-c/DSC00270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331311214678601715.post-6164254812398293536</id><published>2009-12-04T21:29:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T21:29:38.088+02:00</updated><title type='text'>photo link</title><content type='html'>sorry the other link didn't work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2009488&amp;amp;id=123600233&amp;amp;l=10d829c337" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.&lt;wbr&gt;php?aid=2009488&amp;amp;id=123600233&amp;amp;&lt;wbr&gt;l=10d829c337&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331311214678601715-6164254812398293536?l=schreiberk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/feeds/6164254812398293536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/2009/12/photo-link.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331311214678601715/posts/default/6164254812398293536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331311214678601715/posts/default/6164254812398293536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/2009/12/photo-link.html' title='photo link'/><author><name>Kelley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/SM2_yxzOU8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/CbxBpR9Y1UA/S220/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331311214678601715.post-125174631856220495</id><published>2009-12-04T11:22:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T18:36:39.428+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Israel Photos</title><content type='html'>Israel was great. We stayed in a nice little hostel and hit up some interesting spots.&lt;br /&gt;- Jewish Wailing wall&lt;br /&gt;- Walking around Old City  (4 quarters, Jewish, Muslim, Christian, Armenian)&lt;br /&gt;- Temple Mount (okay only from outside, we weren’t allowed in)&lt;br /&gt;- Garden Tomb&lt;br /&gt;- Mount of Olives&lt;br /&gt;- Holocaust Museum&lt;br /&gt;- A church&lt;br /&gt;- Many many Falafel joints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think pictures show it better. &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/Israel%20was%20great.%20We%20stayed%20in%20a%20nice%20little%20hostel%20and%20hit%20up%20some%20interesting%20spots.%20%20-%20Jewish%20Wailing%20wall%20-%20Walking%20around%20Old%20City%20%20%284%20quarters,%20Jewish,%20Muslim,%20Christian,%20Armenian%29%20%20-%20Temple%20Mount%20%28okay%20only%20from%20outside,%20we%20weren%E2%80%99t%20allowed%20in%29%20-%20Garden%20Tomb%20-%20Mount%20of%20Olives%20-%20Holocaust%20Museum%20-%20A%20church%20-%20Many%20many%20Falafel%20joints.%20%20But%20I%20think%20pictures%20show%20it%20better.%20Here%20is%20a%20link%20to%20my%20album%21%20%20http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2009488&amp;amp;id=123600233&amp;amp;l=10d829c337"&gt;Here is a link to my album!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone said the link didn't work.  if so try this. &lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2009488&amp;amp;id=123600233&amp;amp;l=10d829c337"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2009488&amp;amp;id=123600233&amp;amp;l=10d829c337&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331311214678601715-125174631856220495?l=schreiberk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/feeds/125174631856220495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/2009/12/israel-photos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331311214678601715/posts/default/125174631856220495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331311214678601715/posts/default/125174631856220495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/2009/12/israel-photos.html' title='Israel Photos'/><author><name>Kelley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/SM2_yxzOU8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/CbxBpR9Y1UA/S220/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331311214678601715.post-6463154157515758269</id><published>2009-11-28T16:43:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T16:45:17.778+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>Here are a couple blogs posted by my group members about the past couple of days :) &lt;br /&gt;I will try to do my own when I get back! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, November 27, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Jerusalem over Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;We crossed the border from Jordan to Israel yesterday starting at 7:15 am from our apartments in Amman reaching our final destination, the New Palm Hostel in Jerusalem just after 1pm. The time was mostly consumed by security checkpoints. The actual bus ride across the bridge over the Jordan river from Jordan to Israel soil took no more than 20 mins if that.&lt;br /&gt;It seems as if we've lived so much more than a day and a half worth of time since we've arrived in Jerusalem. We began yesterday (Thanksgiving Day) by exploring the old city and walked through every quarter of it (Armenian, Christian, Muslim and Jewish). There were vendors and shops stuffed in the city walls although not quite as overwhelming as the markets in Bangkok (where we attended the Feast this year). On our way out in the evening (eve of the Muslim holiday of Eid Al-Adha) we ran into a few parades or I should say they ran into us. First there was a large group of men and boys singing in&lt;br /&gt;Arabic walking together through the already crowded shops lining the city walls. Then as we were exiting through Damascus gate which was utterly packed to the brim we saw what seemed to be the beginning of a fight between two men. There was really no way to turn to get away because of the masses, but fortunately the fight did not erupt right then and there. We were shoved into the stream of people exiting the gate and thought it couldn't get anymore crowded. Alas, that was not so. Ahead and coming toward us we saw a man who was trying to clear a path and a second later we saw the reason. A marching band, yes, a marching band was coming through the already bursting at the seems gateway. Jamie made the comment "when you think it can't get any worse..." We were assuming all the parades and crowds were due to the Muslim holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slept fairly comfortably in our hostel dorm room at the New Palm Hostel just outside the old city Damascus gate. The beds are quite soft, there's hot water with wonderful pressure for showers, free internet, breakfast and nice heating in the rooms. Although those things may be somewhat basic I keep thinking we're in the lap of luxury here. The breakfast this morning consisted of pita with labneh spread or butter and jam/honey, cucumber tomato salad, boiled eggs, nescafe and tea. Perhaps I was quite hungry, but I thought it was all very delicious. After breakfast we set off with bus numbers in our heads (listed in the lonely planet tour guide book) as our first clue in how to get to the Holocaust Museum in the Jewish quarter of the c&lt;br /&gt;ity. After walking around our entire block, finding another bus station and talking to a driver who directed us to find the green buses not the blue ones, finding another bus station with green buses (but not the right ones), asking numerous people along the way, hiking up a hill next to the old city wall and finally to a bus stop that seemed to be right according to people waiting there we hopped on a bus for 6 shekels each (approx $1.50) and headed to Mt. Herzl. The trip took no more than 15 mins and then we hiked the short distance up Yad Vashem (given a place and a name taken from the scripture Isaiah 56:4-5) to the Holocaust Museum, research center, children's memorial, etc. We were there for more than 3 hours and still didn't completely read, listen, look at all the available information and displays. It was incredible and so full of meaning at every turn. Every part of the building (including the architecture itself) was to teach something about the holocaust. It seemed their foremost purpose stated at the beginning&lt;br /&gt;and that really did show through in much of what I experienced was that the Jewish people were real, they were individuals (each individual being a world unto himself). One thing that struck me with intensity was how clearly planned, organized and the carrying out the whole plan of exterminating the Jews was. It started maybe somewhat slowly with Hitler being elected as chancellor, but didn't seem to take long for the ideologies to take off, gain momentum and lead a completely selfish and racist way of conducting a nation and people to move against another group of people. The museum begins with a scroll type video of excerpts of films and photos taken of Jewish people before the second world war in their "normal lives" as German citizens and of other European nations as well. It was to show how their life was truly productive and part of the culture surrounding them. From there it went into the gradual process of government and decrees and then actions that lead to the holocaust. I can't even begin to cover how completely overwhelming it all is. We were actually pushed very quickly through the last 3 or 4 large exhibit halls due to the early closing time on Friday evenings before the Sabbath. We could have spent another 3 hours easily although in some ways I don't know how much more of that I could really bare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we left, we made our way back to the old city by bus again. On the way we were&lt;br /&gt;accosted by a taxi driver telling us the buses weren't going anymore because of the soon coming Sabbath (more than 2 hours away) and offered to drive us where we wanted for "only" 80 shekels. However, that price compared to the bus price seemed worth not listening to him for a bit to check out the situation a little further. This lead to good results as we were on a bus headed back to the old city in less than 5 minutes after that. When we got back we entered the old city through a gate not far from Jaffa gate, but we don't know what its name was. Just inside we found a little falafel place. We got the most delicious falafel which included eggplant and hot peppers (a different variation from our falafel experiences as of yet). We walked on through the old city eating our falafel past the wailing wall and out through another gate just next to the western wall of the temple mount to the east side of Jerusalem. We hiked up the Mount of Olives and watched the sunset leading into the Sabbath over the old city.&lt;br /&gt;It was amazingly beautiful. Eduardo read out passages from Isaiah and Zechariah about Jerusalem and Christ returning and the Mt. of Olives cleaving in two. It's quite simply easier to understand when we saw the whole landscape before our eyes; we read about the war that would surround Jerusalem but tonight seemed fairly quiet and peaceful. After waiting a while to see the old city under a night view we made the trek back down the mountain and around the outside of the city wall toward our hostel. When we got back around to the Damascus gate it was amazing to see the difference from last night. It was so quiet and quite deserted comparatively. All the vendor shops and parades were gone and we stood and watched many of the Jewish people pour out of the gate in their traditional Sabbath wear after what seemed to have been an evening prayer time. What a stark contrast from the marching band parade and crowds of people we'd seen only 24 hours earlier. We've now settled in for the evening and are enjoying the beginning of a much needed Sabbath. Tomorrow we hope to enjoy resting a bit, listening to a pre-downloaded sermon/Bible study on someone's computer and visting the Garden Tomb and perhaps one or two other sites within a short walking distance. Happy Sabbath!&lt;br /&gt;~Audry~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, November 26, 2009&lt;br /&gt;It's a happy Thanksgiving in Amman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Thursday...Thanksgiving in the States, the start of the Eid holiday here in Jordan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eid is a Muslim holiday celebrated in honor of Abraham's willingness to sacrifice Ishmael (not Isaac). Traditionally, families will roast a goat or a lamb and share it with friends and family and those less fortunate than themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our Thanksgiving dinner this evening - roasted chicken&lt;br /&gt;(turkey is a bit harder to get for a reasonable price)with all the regular works thanks to everyone helping with the menu! Eduardo even made an apple pie - Jordan has a way of bringing out hidden talents :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isam, the music teacher from the YMWA, was able to join for his first Thanksgiving dinner.&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to the Schreibers,&lt;br /&gt;we even had a few&lt;br /&gt;autumn decorations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a five-day break due to Eid, so we are heading to Jerusalem!&lt;br /&gt;Our adventure begins bright and early in the morning...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331311214678601715-6463154157515758269?l=schreiberk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/feeds/6463154157515758269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331311214678601715/posts/default/6463154157515758269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331311214678601715/posts/default/6463154157515758269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Kelley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/SM2_yxzOU8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/CbxBpR9Y1UA/S220/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331311214678601715.post-4544766488916837693</id><published>2009-11-13T09:44:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T10:01:03.434+02:00</updated><title type='text'>as much as things stayed the same… things started to change</title><content type='html'>   &lt;meta name="Title" content=""&gt; 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	mso-level-number-position:left; 	text-indent:-.25in;} ol 	{margin-bottom:0in;} ul 	{margin-bottom:0in;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt; &lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin-top:0in; 	mso-para-margin-right:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:10.0pt; 	mso-para-margin-left:0in; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; 	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; 	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;As things and events here get more and more “normal” for us, I feel like I don’t have a whole lot to write about. However, as much as things stayed the same… things started to change! I have a couple random stories I would like to share.  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7pt;"  &gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;I joined a soccer team! I’m very excited about this however the season maybe ending soon but for now it is great. I go to a sports club in Abdoun (a very nice area) and I believe practice is 4 times a week. From what I have heard the age range on the team is 16-23. They are all very nice girls and the coach is really nice too. All of them speak English but of course use Arabic the most and then translate to me what to do. It is kind of different since we practice on a tennis court sized “field” which is really more like tennis court flooring…. Different for me since I have not played much on anything but grass and turf. But I’m so happy to be able to play and it’s so great for me right now and also meeting new people.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7pt;"  &gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;A story: The other night Jamie and I were headed to soccer practice and we found a cab right when we walked out of our apartment. We thought we were lucky because we usually have to walk a little before we can get one. He was very nice and spoke decent English. Right away he needed to do a U-turn to go the opposite way. When he did this there were 2 men walking on the side of the road, he stopped in the middle of his turn because he could not go any further since the walkers were in the way. I remember thinking, “woah! We got close to them.” We waited a couple seconds as the men kept walking so we could complete the turn. When the driver thought they were ahead enough to keep going he accelerated and completed the turn. Okay 1 problem… the men were not out of the way enough yet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;WE ENDED UP HITTING THE GUY ON THE OUTSIDE WITH OUR BUMPER! I was watching the whole thing and knew before it happened what we were about to do. The car bumper hit him in the back of the knees, which forced him to sit on the car a little until we stopped. Jamie and I were probably as wide-eyed as we could get! The taxi driver got out of the car, we then saw him showing them were the sidewalk was and how to use it. (yeh right, Jordan has the worst sidewalk system I have seen and no one uses it because there is no point). The guy who got his was okay but very very mad. He seems to exchange some not nice words as they began to argue. Next thing we know the guy who got his turns around and comes back swinging a white paint bucket over his head trying to hit the taxi driver in the head with it! The friend of the guy who got hit stopped him. The only thing better than a video of this would have been a video of us in the back seat saying, “what do we do!” I realized I had my cell phone clenched in my hand but, let’s be real, who was I going to call! Ha. Anyways they kept yelling at each other until every now and then someone would step and try to fight where the friend would step in and stop them. This went on for a while. Finally the friend pushed the hit guy away to just walk away and leave, we thought, “okay its over.” NOPE! Taxi driver all the sudden runs after them! We knew this was our escape. We ran out of the taxi back to our apartment and up the stairs. Audry laughs so hard now when she thinks about us stumbling in out of breath telling her the story. Only a minute later we saw out the window the taxi driver came back to his car and looked for us and then drove away. We thought it was safe to try again, so back out we went. We saw him parked only down the street a little talking to a guy again so we ran the other way and took the long way down to hill to find a different taxi. It was the craziest thing ever. WHO HITS A WALKER!! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;3.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7pt;"  &gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;I took my first taxi ride alone! Okay I was very nervous considering the events from the night before but I had practice and that’s the only way to go! But it turned out fine. The way there was okay, I think he went the long way trying to make me pay more but on the way home I had a very nice guy who lived in New York for a long time who spoke perfect English so that was great. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;4.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7pt;"  &gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Jamie and I visited Red Cross/Red Crescent hospital the other day. She is a nurse and wanted to volunteer there a couple hours while we are here. They were very nice and welcoming. But on top of her doing her nursing, they asked if we would teach English to AIDS patients there. We were already looking for a way all 5 of us could come together for 1 project so this is a great thing we can all do together. Once a week for an hour.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;5.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7pt;"  &gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;We start Arabic classes Monday. The long awaited classes are now set. We have learned some already and have a better ear for it so I’m ready to get started!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;6.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7pt;"  &gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;I may have my own art class at my school. We had a talk yesterday and they are trying to use me better and make me happier doing what I like. They kind of came up with an idea that I would have my own projects I would work on with kids throughout the day other than the regular art class that they always get. This is going to be interesting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will be in the same room as before so we will have two classes going on at once. I feel like there might be some awkwardness between the art teacher and me doing different things because we had very very different ideas on how art should be taught and how the kids should be treated. And remember none of the kids speak ANY English so that will be a big challenge for me. Other than the awkwardness I’m really excited about it and keep thinking of projects in my head.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;7.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7pt;"  &gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;We still haven’t gotten our residency cards. This is a crazy thing. However we have made friends with the bus drivers when they take us around. A couple times they have taken us out to eat as well and I think the secret has built a little bond so we have fun with them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/Sv0PQ4EGanI/AAAAAAAAAF8/qDZciAiGYqU/s1600-h/blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/Sv0PQ4EGanI/AAAAAAAAAF8/qDZciAiGYqU/s200/blue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403491910516370034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      I think that’s all for now. This week has been crazy. We used to look at our calendar and say, “well! Any day will work for that, it’s not like we do anything else.” To now we are thinking, how will we fit in our Marathon training! Now I will have practice 4 days a week, Arabic 1 day, and AIDS English 1 day. As much as I enjoy sitting around and watching movies, I’m going to enjoy being busy! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;This is the girls at the Blue Fig restaurant. Yum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331311214678601715-4544766488916837693?l=schreiberk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/feeds/4544766488916837693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/2009/11/as-much-as-things-stayed-same-things.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331311214678601715/posts/default/4544766488916837693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331311214678601715/posts/default/4544766488916837693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/2009/11/as-much-as-things-stayed-same-things.html' title='as much as things stayed the same… things started to change'/><author><name>Kelley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/SM2_yxzOU8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/CbxBpR9Y1UA/S220/white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/Sv0PQ4EGanI/AAAAAAAAAF8/qDZciAiGYqU/s72-c/blue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331311214678601715.post-3434115110816554654</id><published>2009-10-22T16:51:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T17:02:33.555+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Expecting the UNEXPECTED</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This is an article Stephanie wrote for the United News. Sorta taken from some of our blogs and her own. Thought it was really good and would share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Expecting the  UNEXPECTED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There are no certainties in  life – there are only opportunities. Opportunities to embrace what  comes at each and everyone of us throughout the course of a day, a week,  a month…a lifetime… How we embrace these opportunities, what we  give,  and how we respond to them is what matters. These opportunities  may not reveal their full potential right away, but rather require time  to explore all that they hold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The five of us serving in Jordan  this year responded to an opportunity. It was an opportunity to serve  with United Youth Corps for one year in Jordan working at three different  projects. We are now two months into exploring all that this project  holds -  for us as a group and as individuals. The city of Amman  has offered us many new experiences in the way of people, sights, food,  etc. We have met our neighbors, some who chuckle every time they see  us return from one of our early evening runs (there really is no one  else who runs along the roadways in Amman – I guess we give them an  unexpected experience); we have watched beautiful sunsets – even from  the middle of the desert in Wadi Rum (an unexpected opportunity to join  one of the Bedouin guides as he “checked on tourists” - does that  mean WE are no longer tourists?!); we practice our Arabic in the many  yellow taxis (which sometimes includes a round of hand gestures and  charades); we have become regulars at a falafel shop, always amusing  the cooks with our request for extra hot sauce.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Living in Jordan for a year,  we have an invitation to live expecting the unexpected. For us, still  learning Arabic and becoming familiar with the culture, there are many  "unexpecteds" in daily life. At times some of these situations  pose challenges and frustrations; more often than not they are rewarding.  In both ways, we are given the opportunity to learn, grow, and experience  something new, something we may never have the opportunity to do again.  And as Jamie said, "They usually have happy endings” (like accepting  the Bedouin's invitation to join him for a ride out to the desert).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Our different projects have  also offered us many new experiences. Stephanie is conducting a research  project at the Regional Human Security Centre and has had the opportunity  to visit a Palestinian refugee camp. Eduardo is helping with the restructuring  of the accounting department at the Amman Baccalaureate School by documenting  policies and procedures. Audry’s experience at the Amman Baccalaureate  School has taken her out of the traditional teacher’s role and given  her the opportunity to organize a library and provide resources to teachers.  Kelley’s days are filled with assisting the art teacher at the YMWA  Center for Special Education and breaking through the language barrier  with lots of smiles and high fives. Jamie’s new project at the YMWA  Center is to set up a first aid program, educating all the students  and teachers in first aid practices. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We are still at the beginning  of learning all that this year in Jordan holds for us – the expected  and the unexpected. We look forward to sharing parts of this journey  with you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/SuBkpW9XsmI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1SIxIc1eXm0/s1600-h/wash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/SuBkpW9XsmI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1SIxIc1eXm0/s200/wash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395423015290253922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what we unexpectedly came home to find our kitchen and washer looking like. We found it funny enough to take a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M7D1EK5SFBI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M7D1EK5SFBI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is Jamie's Speed heater (heats the water in our shower) - was very unexpected when she was in the shower and this happened :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331311214678601715-3434115110816554654?l=schreiberk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/feeds/3434115110816554654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/2009/10/expecting-unexpected.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331311214678601715/posts/default/3434115110816554654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331311214678601715/posts/default/3434115110816554654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/2009/10/expecting-unexpected.html' title='Expecting the UNEXPECTED'/><author><name>Kelley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/SM2_yxzOU8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/CbxBpR9Y1UA/S220/white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/SuBkpW9XsmI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1SIxIc1eXm0/s72-c/wash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331311214678601715.post-2424479744510228624</id><published>2009-10-17T13:13:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T13:30:10.714+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Thailand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/StmbapK6RfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/c2VFUqt_WCs/s1600-h/6825_508967823477_123600233_30317011_4649726_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/StmbapK6RfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/c2VFUqt_WCs/s200/6825_508967823477_123600233_30317011_4649726_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393512910783399410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I guess you guys haven’t heard from me in a while. I think first I will tell about the trip to Thailand. We left the airport on Thursday evening and took a 2-hour ride to Kuwait City; next leg was 7 hours to Bangkok Thailand. We arrived at the hotel at about 1. They boys (Justin, Jamie and Jonathan) had already been there for a couple days. We got to our rooms and found out the guys were on the same floor as us (17th, the view was really cool of the big city) and went to their room, no answer. Called a couple times, left a message, knocked a couple more times, nothing. I was starting to get a little upset, oh well us girls would go find something to eat, I knocked one more time as the elevators were coming and they were there! It was sooooo great to see them all. I hadn’t really talked to Jamie but a few words since he went to Ohio and saw Jonathan a week before I left but it was great to have them all together in one spot! We all (the boys and Jamie, Audry &amp;amp; me) went to a little hole in the wall place for food. We were already very tired. The time difference is only 4 hours but we had an overnight flight and I slept maybe an hour the whole time.  Next we went to the suit shop. The boys had begun looking to get custom tailored suits made but hadn’t made any decisions yet. We picked out fabric for each of them and they measured them and picked out styles and such. It was really cool, and they paid only $80 a suit! Also, if needed they can get them done in 24 hours. After that it was pretty much time for the first church service that night at 7 and the off to bed! Slept amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite things about Thailand was the complete difference it is from Jordan. Neither were the U.S. but it was refreshing to have a change. In Jordan everything is dry, sandy, shades of tan, Muslim, and conservative. In Thailand it was tropical, humid, greens and colorful flowers, and Buddhist. Very very different cultures. But way cool that I get to see so much variety. The hotel was really nice, 5 star I think and included breakfast, which was a huge buffet. Saturday night we went to dinner and a show. The Siam Niramit Show was a cultural show about Thailand by dancing to show stories. The show was okay; I think I missed a lot because later a lady was telling me that she had been reading about Thailand history and caught/connected many things that I had no idea were happening. The best part I thought was the stage design. O&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/StmcY6KgQYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nDvLwetCh2c/s1600-h/9622_508948382437_123600233_30316387_6911972_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/StmcY6KgQYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nDvLwetCh2c/s200/9622_508948382437_123600233_30316387_6911972_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393513980496986498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ne part a river opened up in the floor of the stage and a bunch a rain stormed from the top. That was really cool. OH and before I got picked up by an elephant! The guy asked me if I wanted and I thought he elephant would eat me but I stood next to him and put my arm over his trunk and he just rapped it around me and lifted me up! It was very weird and slightly scary but how many people can say they have done that! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was supposed to be a tour of the Grand Palace. Justin and I however, did not make it. I skipped lunch and took a quick nap before and when I came out to the busses to meet the boys Jamie said, um Justin is having problems, he might not make it. Apparently the ATM he tried to use was not working and ate his debit card and would not give it back. Since it was a Sunday no banks were open and no one would come to open it up. We ended up on the phone forever and then just canceling his card. Jamie and Jonathan said the Palace was really good though. I have pictures posted but can’t tell you much about it. We ended up going to a mall and finding a Mexican food place! There is NO Mexican in Jordan and since it is my favorite, I feel a little deprived. It was amazing. We met back up with Jamie and Jonathan and went back to the Thomas’s suit place for their fitting. They tried on, made some suggestions, also, Jonathan decided he wanted another one and we brought more people with us so we picked out more fabric and got them measured. We went to a place with a bunch of shops and looked around and bartered a bit. They are crazy about bartering here and they boys were really good at it, I think they flirted a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/StmbbAz5GHI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DP0M02xSH9s/s1600-h/6825_508967224677_123600233_30316968_3864734_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/StmbbAz5GHI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DP0M02xSH9s/s200/6825_508967224677_123600233_30316968_3864734_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393512917129304178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; day we went to a Floating Market. I think it was one of the coolest things we did there. We road a boat on this man made river where all these people have houses along it and their own boats when we came to the market sections where the sellers are in boats selling their stuff and buyer are either walking around at the main place or in their own boats buying stuff. I just loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next tour was to the River Kwai. We went to the Bridge over&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/StmcZQ-u9FI/AAAAAAAAAE0/8LfmsWaNm0E/s1600-h/6825_508968357407_123600233_30317061_6924698_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/StmcZQ-u9FI/AAAAAAAAAE0/8LfmsWaNm0E/s200/6825_508968357407_123600233_30317061_6924698_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393513986621633618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the river Kwai which has been in several movies. Then we took a train on the Death Railroad. This was a railroad that POWs built and tons died. From there we took a boat ride on the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than tours we did TONS of shopping. We also road in tuk tuks and one night a group of us went to karaoke.  Besides the tours I would say most of our trip consisted of walking, shopping and eating. We also got massages! Prices there are very cheap, and you can barter so its pretty affordable once you are there. All in all it was a great trip, like always, it went so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/StmbbjZzDNI/AAAAAAAAAEk/MSYUk3-ijfI/s1600-h/7231_525826338232_59102293_31233487_7217255_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/StmbbjZzDNI/AAAAAAAAAEk/MSYUk3-ijfI/s200/7231_525826338232_59102293_31233487_7217255_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393512926415097042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tons of photos online. There are 2 albums. Here are the links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2009145&amp;amp;id=123600233&amp;amp;l=fb685a2bb0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thailand Photos 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2009159&amp;amp;id=123600233&amp;amp;l=babf9e5c61"&gt;Thailand Photos 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331311214678601715-2424479744510228624?l=schreiberk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/feeds/2424479744510228624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/2009/10/thailand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331311214678601715/posts/default/2424479744510228624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331311214678601715/posts/default/2424479744510228624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/2009/10/thailand.html' title='Thailand'/><author><name>Kelley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/SM2_yxzOU8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/CbxBpR9Y1UA/S220/white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/StmbapK6RfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/c2VFUqt_WCs/s72-c/6825_508967823477_123600233_30317011_4649726_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331311214678601715.post-4082186923908374048</id><published>2009-10-01T13:24:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T13:25:30.353+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Feast!</title><content type='html'>   &lt;meta name="Title" content=""&gt; 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I don’t have a lot to update on. We had a quick week and are getting ready to leave for the airport in 1 hour and 30 min. School has been pretty much the same. We found out we will stay in our places (the art room in the school) until October and then possibly switch but not sure. School without Ramadan is much better! We have been eating in public and invited into offices for coffee, yuck. Tine will be leaving us, she will be moving back to the U.S. Friday so we will miss her! Jamie and Justin made it to Thailand! Jonathan is trailing 24 hours later. I talked to the boys once last night and once today. Last night they were so funny and very awake for traveling for 24 hours and it being 3 am in Thailand, however with the 12 hour time difference it was 3pm central time. Today they said the hotel breakfast was amazing and they went shopping and got great prices on some shirts and other things! I’m jealous! Shopping without me!! How could they! I’m so excited to get there and see them! I will arrive at 10:50 am on Friday. It is a 4 hour time difference for me so that’s no too bad. Okay so that’s all! Lame update I know but thought I would send a message for I leave. Hope everyone who is going to the feast has a good one! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331311214678601715-4082186923908374048?l=schreiberk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/feeds/4082186923908374048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-feast.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331311214678601715/posts/default/4082186923908374048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331311214678601715/posts/default/4082186923908374048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-feast.html' title='Happy Feast!'/><author><name>Kelley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/SM2_yxzOU8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/CbxBpR9Y1UA/S220/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331311214678601715.post-9001012229323050964</id><published>2009-09-25T18:01:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T18:07:38.569+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Wadi Rum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/Srzb5oiek8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Z3zhhZASPGA/s1600-h/k-moh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/Srzb5oiek8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Z3zhhZASPGA/s320/k-moh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385421037609325506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The past 2 days we spent camping in the Wadi Rum desert. Originally I was not too excited to go but always going with the flow and it turned out to be the best thing we have seen in Jordan so far and in the top of my experiences ever. Since we were not sure what to expect we loaded up our tiny rental car with mostly blankets &amp;amp; pillows, a change of clothes, and food.  It was a 4-hour drive toward to Saudi boarder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is how Wikipedia describes it (so it’s gotta be true): Wadi Rum is a valley cut into the sandstone and granite rock in southwest Jordan. It is the largest wadi (valley) in Jordan. The name Rum most likely comes from a root meaning 'high' or 'elevated'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Their website says: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wadi Rum is a protected area covering 720 square kilometers of dramatic desert wilderness in the south of Jordan. Huge mountains of sandstone and granite emerge, sheer-sided, from wide sandy valleys to reach heights of 1700 meters and more. Narrow canyons and fissures cut deep into the mountains and many conceal ancient rock drawings etched by the peoples of the desert over millennia. Bedouin tribes still live among the mountains of Rum and their large goat-hair tents are a special feature of the landscape. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There are many ways to enjoy the attractions of Rum, including jeep, camel and hiking tours and you can stay overnight in a Bedouin tent and gaze at the amazing panoply of stars. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To safeguard its unique desert landscape, Wadi Rum was declared a protected area in1998 and an intensive conservation programme is now underway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there we went to our hotel, okay so tent. It was a place called the Rest House where they had small tents set up for people to stay in for only 3JD a person/a night. It was a lot nicer than expected, there were mattress pads in there and blankets and pillows in these 2 man tents. We laughed that the mattress there was softer than our ones at home.&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at about 4, got things organized for our tour the next day and then took a couple mile walk (in soft sand) to a spot where our book suggested was good to watch the sunset. We sat on a rock and started to watch a not so exciting setting of the sun when a man (who we could tell was a resident) in a tour jeep pulled up and asked us if we wanted to be taken to a sunset spot a ways away for free (he had to check on some tourists and was going that way and back anyways). Of course free was the key word so we jumped in the back and off we went. It was a very bumpy ride on the sand (and later found out he was driving extra fast so we didn’t miss the sunset). He dropped us off on a sand dune where we could watch, oh yeh, and then left us… near the Saudi boarder The sunset was amazing however we were a little worried we wouldn’t have a ride back and would be sleeping there that night. Well he DID come back and then drove us all the way back to our camp. Once it got dark the stars and moon were the best I have ever seen them look. It was a beautiful night and all against the mountain was unbelievable. I kept saying how a picture can’t even start to do justice to what it was like being here so I’m sorry that you all will not get even a fraction of the experience. Anways, the guy who came back for us was a very nice guy and invited us to have tea with him, so we did. We found out he was a climbing guide and his name was in our tour book as being the best. He owned a Bedouin resort for tourist to stay in (this was another option for a place to stay but they usually charged 20-60JD a night hence why we opted for the tents) and his place was book for the next 6 months. He lived in a house there and owned a camel for fun, as well as I think 6-7 trucks that people who worked for him used. He seems like a real nice guy who just wanted to show us a nice view and chat over tea. After a while 3 other guides came up to sit with him and I started giggling at the fact that here we were the 5 of us sitting at a table having tea with 4 locals in their white dress-like robe thinger and their turban looking hats. Way cool. By this time it was getting late and we still hadn’t had dinner. We had brought a tiny grill, which was an adventure to light and make work. Eventually we got it and had a nice meal of steak &amp;amp; veggies on skewers with baked potatoes. After that we went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we woke up and met our driver/guide for an 8-hour jeep ride around Wadi Rum, which would hit most of the prime spots. He was one of the guys that we had met the night before while having tea. The jeeps were pretty cool, decked out with 2 benches in the back and a canopy over top. Our driver’s name was Mohammed (which we like since ½ the people here are named that). We had a great time going around seeing a siq, rock bridges, sand dunes, Lawrence’s house (from Lawrence from Arabia), and things like that. He encouraged us to climb things with him (barefooted), which was so fun and really cool. The mountains that we climbed (except in the siq) were pretty easy to step up so we were able to get to the tops of them pretty easily. He took us to a Bedouin “house” or tent where we got to sit on mats and drink tea with a guy and his son that lived there. He also played us a little music. It was cool to get to mingle with locals. You will all have to look at my pictures so get a better idea of what our 8 hour tour was like but again you can never see it ½ as well as being there. All in all it was a great trip and again one of the coolest things I have done yet. We drove back that night and now it is the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;This next weeks schedule is looking good! We start back at school Sunday and then take the day off for Atonement (one of our church holydays) on Monday and then school Tuesday &amp;amp; Wednesday AND THEN we leave for Thailand on Thursday! Justin, Jamie &amp;amp; Jonathan are all leaving on Tuesday and will be there before us on Wednesday night/Thursday morning at like 1-2 a.m. We get there Friday at 11 a.m. We are so looking forward to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of littering this page with pictures I have a whole photo album dedicated to Wadi Rum (there are over 100) &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2009037&amp;amp;id=123600233&amp;amp;l=89d567b958"&gt;CLICK HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/SrzcKO9VoMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/pcqKsf53pa0/s1600-h/rock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/SrzcKO9VoMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/pcqKsf53pa0/s320/rock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385421322800439490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Photo of us on a rock bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link to Wadi Rum Website &lt;a href="http://www.wadirum.jo/"&gt;http://www.wadirum.jo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331311214678601715-9001012229323050964?l=schreiberk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/feeds/9001012229323050964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/2009/09/wadi-rum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331311214678601715/posts/default/9001012229323050964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331311214678601715/posts/default/9001012229323050964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/2009/09/wadi-rum.html' title='Wadi Rum'/><author><name>Kelley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/SM2_yxzOU8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/CbxBpR9Y1UA/S220/white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/Srzb5oiek8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Z3zhhZASPGA/s72-c/k-moh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331311214678601715.post-3606927354868919370</id><published>2009-09-21T11:33:00.009+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T12:04:47.334+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta name="Title" content=""&gt; 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Let me think where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; we &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/Src9QXO-24I/AAAAAAAAADU/gIOfUgkBTvE/s1600-h/9024_525028996112_59102293_31206488_2435333_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/Src9QXO-24I/AAAAAAAAADU/gIOfUgkBTvE/s200/9024_525028996112_59102293_31206488_2435333_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383839230868773762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;went to school as usual and then went to Jerash (Roman ruins) with our visitors that afternoon. We walked around for a little bit getting some pictures and video and then went to dinner at a Lebanese restaurant. Earlier that day they crew went to the other school (ABS) to film around there.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; was a sad day…. Swine flu day was a hoax so they took it back and we had to work. Okay so work isn’t that bad but when you think the week is done and then they tell you just kidding one more day, it is sad. Anyways, Thursday was different anyways since only about ½ the kids or less showed up. (Remember the week break was next week so they must have started vacation early.) I had one class in the morning and then sat around the rest of the day. On the plus side I finished a book I was reading! The crew went to visit the Princess at the Royal Palace that day. They said originally she would only have 5 minutes to talk and they ended up spending about an hour just for the interview as well as longer chatting, then were invited to another room for tea. From what I hear they had a great shoot there and a great experience hanging out with Princess Sarvath. She is the reason why we are here. She is the patron of the school we are working out and the one who worked with our church years ago to send college kids my parent’s age to do the same thing we are now. Hence she has been with our program for a long long time so it was great to have an interview with her as the put together the video about this project. They then went to Stephanie’s work and then to Tine’s for dinner. We hung out around here and then walked down to the falafel shop for dinner. (1 falafel=20 cents)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; we were up bright and early to go to Petra. We rented a small bus to fit the 9 of us in as well as a driver. We left at about 6:30am. It is about 3.5 hour drive. Petra just got added to the list as a new “World Wonder.” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here’s some Petra info: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/Src9Q4kL28I/AAAAAAAAADc/-vRx2ZhuM-M/s1600-h/9622_508746467077_123600233_30310318_2623338_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/Src9Q4kL28I/AAAAAAAAADc/-vRx2ZhuM-M/s200/9622_508746467077_123600233_30310318_2623338_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383839239816076226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="bodytxt12px"&gt;- Petra was first established sometime around the 6th century BC, by the Nabataean Arabs, a nomadic tribe who settled in the area and laid the foundations of a commercial empire that extended into Syria.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="bodytxt12px"&gt;-carved into the sheer rock face by the Nabat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="bodytxt12px"&gt;aeans, an industrious Arab people who settled here more than 2000 years ago, turning it into an important junction for the silk, spice and other trade routes that linked China, India and southern Arabia with Egypt, Syria, Greece and Rome.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="bodytxt12px"&gt;-Entrance to the city is through the Siq, a narrow gorge, over 1 kilometer in length, which is flanked on either side by soaring, 80 metres high cliffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="bodytxt12px"&gt;-As you reach the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="bodytxt12px"&gt; end of the Siq you will catch your first glimpse of Al-Khazneh (Treasury). A massive façade, 30m wide and 43m high, carved out o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="bodytxt12px"&gt;f the sheer, dusky pink, rock-face and dwarfing everything around it. It was carved in the early 1st century as the tomb of an important Nabataean king and represents the engineering genius of these ancient people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I have several pictures of walking through the sig, the treasury, and camels &amp;amp; donkeys they wanted us to ride. We took a hike up the mountain where we could view the Treasury from the top. T&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/Src9ogUO3TI/AAAAAAAAADs/bYNBoRvpzeg/s1600-h/9622_508746432147_123600233_30310311_2549383_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/Src9ogUO3TI/AAAAAAAAADs/bYNBoRvpzeg/s200/9622_508746432147_123600233_30310311_2549383_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383839645623573810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o really explore everything they say you would need about 5 days. We only took one hike. One thing I found cool was a carved out cave that was carpeted with a bed inside as well as dished placed in the wall cracks. We stayed until about 4 and then drove back. We stopped at our favorite hole in the wall local Kabob &amp;amp; Swerma place. It was packed so we took it to go and all piled round our little dinning room table. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; was a holy day for us (Feast of Trumpets) as well at a church day so we met in our apartment and there were 9 of us! We almost doubled our attendance AND we got 2 live speakers. After services we had lunch (lasagna) talked for a while, and it rained! It was the first rain we have seen here and felt so good in this desert. Later we had a bible study and then went to a really good place for dinner. It was outside under a tent canopy and we sat on these couches with a table in the middle with a round inset circle where all the food sat. As always we had kabobs. It was a great atmosphere. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; was our last day with our visitors. As well as our first day of break for the Eid. We woke up at went to the hotel to get personal interviews with the film crew and then said our goodbye. They are headed to Israel for the next couple days before going home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We felt a little lost to not have anything to do or any plans. We have a whole week of break and as of now, no plans. We don’t mind not having plans but the fact that this is our only week break together it’s a little disappointing. We do not have our Visa’s in check so we can not leave the country (which was our original plan) as well as until we get our residence cards everything costs 90% more for us. (i.e. Petra was 21JD for us and 1JD for residents). We decided on movie night and I was the most excited I have been yet when we found Mike’s DVD’s just down the street from our place. There they have all the copied movies you could ever want. They have old, new, and some still in theater videos. The best part is the each movie is only 1JD each. They also have a deal if you buy 5 you get 6&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; for free and same with 10 get 3. Jamie and I ended up getting 14! We bought 10 and he gave us 4 free as well as chocolate while we shopped. I will now officially be caught up on my movies. It great, just like Redbox except you don’t have to return them! I think this was my most exciting adventure yet :) ha. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt; we are lying around taking it slow this morning. Not sure if we will do anything, probably run at some point, watch a movie! So you are now all officially updated on my week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/Src_kBIINeI/AAAAAAAAAD8/FX13TlfH1L4/s1600-h/9622_508746322367_123600233_30310291_965437_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/Src_kBIINeI/AAAAAAAAAD8/FX13TlfH1L4/s200/9622_508746322367_123600233_30310291_965437_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383841767555085794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/Src-FJ5B7LI/AAAAAAAAAD0/FqAsseID8us/s1600-h/9622_508746462087_123600233_30310317_2964480_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/Src-FJ5B7LI/AAAAAAAAAD0/FqAsseID8us/s200/9622_508746462087_123600233_30310317_2964480_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383840137820105906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;P.S. this is when the camel tried to bite me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2008860&amp;amp;id=123600233&amp;amp;l=2f3de8f697"&gt;Don't forget to check out my photos!&lt;br /&gt;LINK TO PHOTO ALBUM!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331311214678601715-3606927354868919370?l=schreiberk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/feeds/3606927354868919370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/2009/09/0-false-18-pt-18-pt-0-0-false-false.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331311214678601715/posts/default/3606927354868919370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331311214678601715/posts/default/3606927354868919370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/2009/09/0-false-18-pt-18-pt-0-0-false-false.html' title='Busy Week!'/><author><name>Kelley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/SM2_yxzOU8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/CbxBpR9Y1UA/S220/white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/Src9QXO-24I/AAAAAAAAADU/gIOfUgkBTvE/s72-c/9024_525028996112_59102293_31206488_2435333_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331311214678601715.post-1375942514866905388</id><published>2009-09-15T22:19:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T22:24:10.322+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Filming day</title><content type='html'>So I got really sick! Sunday I only got a couple hours of sleep and woke up to my alarm for school and decided I would take a “sick day.” And since I’m technically a volunteer apparently I have unlimited! Had the worst sore throat for a couple days then came the runny nose and cough, but the cough was so bad to the point it was very painful to do it. Did go to school Monday even though I probably should have stayed home another day. Been taking every home remedy we can think of this includes 10 different vitamins (yes my mom is Dr. Quinn and packed them with me) +2 liquid thingers from mom  +zinc tablets +straight fresh garlic +honey +salt water gargle +salt vinegar gargle +shots of lemon juice +cayenne pepper +emergen c or airborn +juice! Might be it or might be a couple more, I have started to loose track! Anyways today I’m feeling so much better and its only day 5 of the cold! Hardly had to cough or blow nose, throat it doing good my voice it just still not good. Every now and then it goes completely but mostly just raspy &amp;amp; low. So enough about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Horchak came in Sunday night but we didn’t see him until Monday evening and all had a nice dinner with him and then headed to the hotel to meet Clay &amp;amp; Clint (the video guys). Today they came to the school to film. It was the oddest thing. I learned that the school totally shuts down when visitors come. They stack the classrooms how they want them. In art we got 5 kids in the morning and then went very slow getting started. Then I realized we were waiting for them to come film us. We started the project and put one thing on the cards to look like they had already started. We then sat and waited… the teacher said this is what they do when visitors come and sometimes they wait an hour. We ended up sitting there in pretty much silence not doing anything for at least an hour maybe more. Finally when they came into our class room the teacher started working like she had been going the whole time. I had 2 kids to help with the project and she had 3, I think she forgot because she ended up helping one of my kids first and then starting on her own. My kid took a couple minutes to finish his (with not much help from me since he was old enough to do it himself) and then I was done and just sat. So it made for I’m sure pretty exciting TV. I’m sure they only need a couple seconds of me working but I was disappointed that we didn’t get to interact with the kids on film. Since we can not speak to them we mostly get to know their funny personalities (good &amp;amp; bad, but mostly always humorous) as well as their smiles and high fives and saying “hi” a hundred times a day since that’s the only word they know in English). I feel like in the effort of them to control &amp;amp; contain the environment; they lost the realness of the children and their personalities. It was funny to hear that they do no learning when visitors come and sometime the kids don't even get to eat. I don't think all of them go to today but since its Ramadan it's not as big of a deal. I guess this has happened before because they had the system down. I got to peak in on ceramic class and make some flowers with the kids, I loved it! I can't wait until I get to go help out there (if they let me). Anyways, oh well we will see what they come up with I guess! It will be a nice memory for us to have the video to remember all the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note only 4 days till Ramadan is over!!! So excited! And tomorrow will be our last school day with it! We actually are getting this Thursday off as well for what we call, “National Swine Flu Day.” So we made it up but I guess the government said there is no school so the holiday Eid (we get all next week off for that) will be extra long since the swine flu has been gaining power over here. Last I heard there were a little under 200 confirmed cases, I think in Amman. Not sure and I think that was this weekend when I heard it.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we went to the Iftar at the school where the others are work (ABS). Princes Sarveth was there and we got to say hello to her and shake her hand. There was a nice traditional Arabic band playing music and we had a nice dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to bed now, need my sleep to heal! Tomorrow is the last school day of the week and then we are going to Jerash afterward. I’m sure there will be photos for that! Haven’t taken much lately. Of course after Petra this Friday there will be more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out brussel sprouts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331311214678601715-1375942514866905388?l=schreiberk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/feeds/1375942514866905388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/2009/09/filming-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331311214678601715/posts/default/1375942514866905388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331311214678601715/posts/default/1375942514866905388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/2009/09/filming-day.html' title='Filming day'/><author><name>Kelley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/SM2_yxzOU8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/CbxBpR9Y1UA/S220/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331311214678601715.post-5808275799368218308</id><published>2009-09-13T00:04:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T00:08:49.085+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I should be sleeping...</title><content type='html'>   &lt;meta name="Title" content=""&gt; 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Okay yeh you’re right, I can’t sleep. AND I have to be up bright and early at 5:30am! AND to top it off, tomorrow is the Iftar for my school so the kids and I will be staying at school until the iftar starts at about 6:45pm then eating THEN probably a long bus ride home. Don’t get me wrong, the iftar sounds great and all, I am just dreading staying at school all day and no nap, ESPECIALLY since I am still up right now…. And have a cold, yuck. We went to the store the other day and bought a bunch of snacks since everyone else will be fasting all day. So ready for Ramadan to be over, only 7 more days! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This past week not much new has happened to tell about. We are getting use to the kids and how we are treated and how to treat them. The past couple days I’ve had the chance to talk with the art teacher I’m with at lot since we have only had morning classes. I have learned a lot from talking with her and she says the same as we swap stories about our different religions and countries. She was so surprised to hear that there a some Christians (like me) that don’t eat pork, also surprised that we have a day of fast like they do (except for ours is a day, not a month, THANKFULLY!). She also said I can eat my food in her room! Since she is pregnant she is not fasting right now so we eat together every now and then. I was very excited to stop stuffing my face in the moth ball bathroom. I have also started a little word bank of words Arabic words I have picked up and she is teaching me more. I also think she shared her cold with me :( no fun. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sunday is Eduardo’s birthday and since we are going to be gone his wife, Stephanie, schemed up a plan. She made one of his favorite cakes (tres Lecha=3 milk) and then we took him to one of his favorite U.S. restaurants… Fuddruckers. It was all planned out so 1. he didn’t know she made a cake today (she is very sneaky) and 2. we got all the way to the restaurant in the taxi without him knowing where we were going until we walked up to it. Tine also came along so today we set our record by getting 6 people in the taxi. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Next week is going to be such a great busy week. Mr. Horchak (a minister from Dallas, TX) is coming in to visit on Sunday. Then 2 guys that work in the video department at the church home office (the guys Jamie is working for) come in Monday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They will be shooting a video of us at our school and some shots of the town to make a video about the project. I can’t wait for all of you to see it since it will be the best look you can get into our life here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tuesday they will come to my school and Tuesday night we have another Iftar at the other school where Princess Sarveth would like to meet us. Wednesday &amp;amp; Thursday they will visit the other work places and we will travel around town a bit. Friday we will go to Petra. THEN the whole next week we have off for their holiday of Eid. This marks the end of Ramadan. After that we will have a few days of work the next week and we are all off to Thailand. This is what I am most excited for because I will get to see my 3 boys! Justin, Jamie &amp;amp; Jonathan, (boyfriend, brother, cousin) the flying J’s will be traveling together to join us for the feast for 10 days there. This next month is going to fly by! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Okay now for some sleep please! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331311214678601715-5808275799368218308?l=schreiberk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/feeds/5808275799368218308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-should-be-sleeping.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331311214678601715/posts/default/5808275799368218308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331311214678601715/posts/default/5808275799368218308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-should-be-sleeping.html' title='I should be sleeping...'/><author><name>Kelley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/SM2_yxzOU8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/CbxBpR9Y1UA/S220/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331311214678601715.post-657825874919419799</id><published>2009-09-08T14:34:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T14:43:35.447+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My B-Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/SqZDAua_yhI/AAAAAAAAACk/_4p76wmJUPk/s1600-h/h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/SqZDAua_yhI/AAAAAAAAACk/_4p76wmJUPk/s320/h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379060484680960530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it was my 23rd birthday yesterday. We are getting a little more into the groove of working with the kids and figuring out how things work there. Jamie got switched over to Music class and I am still in art… maybe for the year? The music teacher is really cool too, he is my age and speaks really good English and has lived in Texas before and is ½ blind. He tells us things no one else will. Like the word in Arabic for foreigner, he taught us the word because that’s what people there use when they are talking about us in Arabic. Not that it will help us much but I guess we will know ! ...or just be more paranoid. The biggest difficulty is the language barrier. It makes it very hard for us to do anything with the kids because of it and can’t really enforce rules that way. For instance, the teacher stepped out of the room to talk to another teacher by the door way, in the meantime two boys started hitting each other and running around the room chasing each other and wrestling. I know the word for “no” so I keep saying “LA! LA!” but they know we have no power so that didn’t help, I also tried to step in front of one but he was bigger than be and that did nothing either, the teacher was right there and one girl was yelling “MISS MISS!” as her….  But nothing, finally I went over to tap on her solder and told her I needed help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little late for dinner (with the group) since I was talking to my mom so everyone was already in the other apartment waiting for me. When I got there they started singing Happy Birthday and there on the table was Papa John’s Pizza! I was sooo excited. It was the best idea, I had seen it a couple times driving and told them it was my favorite pizza from the U.S. so they thought it would be great for my birthday dinner, which it way! They also made me a Funfetti cake, which is also my fav ☺ it was a good night.  Thanks for the messages also, there were nice to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the staff at the school also gave me a pretty necklace with a snail on it. He said he felt bad we couldn’t have a party since it was Ramadan. It was very nice of him to get me a present though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today (Tuesday) we had a shorter day since we went to the police department to renew our Visas, not much new to talk about but one interesting thing happened today. The teacher had a meeting and I guess when that happens they just leave the kids by themselves, which is not a good idea. Four of them were sitting in the art room, which I actually didn’t know and wasn’t told to watch them. I notice one grab a broom and shut the door so I went to do damage control (because I’m so good a making them listen right). Turns out two were fighting, hitting each other and another one was just grumpy causing trouble. I got them some paper to color on so they would have something to do and then had to stand between the hitters because telling them no, or LA didn’t help. I managed to keep them from killing each other (notice I didn’t say peace) until the teacher got back. The art teacher is 2 months pregnant and she told me that in the meeting they discussed that when she is sick and when she has her baby and will take some time off work that they want me teaching the class. The idea of actually helping sounds great however I’m not sure how I will be able to tell them what to do as well as keep them from fighting. We will see!  Only 2 more days of work and then it’s the weekend again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2008860&amp;amp;id=123600233&amp;amp;l=2f3de8f6"&gt;I have several new photos all of the kids at school, click this link!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331311214678601715-657825874919419799?l=schreiberk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/feeds/657825874919419799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-b-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331311214678601715/posts/default/657825874919419799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331311214678601715/posts/default/657825874919419799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-b-day.html' title='My B-Day'/><author><name>Kelley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/SM2_yxzOU8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/CbxBpR9Y1UA/S220/white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/SqZDAua_yhI/AAAAAAAAACk/_4p76wmJUPk/s72-c/h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331311214678601715.post-97096052796762626</id><published>2009-09-05T22:26:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T22:30:59.283+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos &amp; Videos</title><content type='html'>I have a couple of new photos and videos to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2 of the "Party Bus" this kid in the first 5 seconds can dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1ynZHYb2VWE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1ynZHYb2VWE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ynZHYb2VWE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ynZHYb2VWE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is a short clip from the Iftar we went to. Just shows it a little better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BzCq-GRNJ50&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BzCq-GRNJ50&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BzCq-GRNJ50"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BzCq-GRNJ50&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2008860&amp;id=123600233&amp;l=2f3de8f697"&gt;And this is the link to my facebook photo album. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331311214678601715-97096052796762626?l=schreiberk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/feeds/97096052796762626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/2009/09/photos-videos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331311214678601715/posts/default/97096052796762626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331311214678601715/posts/default/97096052796762626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/2009/09/photos-videos.html' title='Photos &amp; Videos'/><author><name>Kelley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/SM2_yxzOU8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/CbxBpR9Y1UA/S220/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331311214678601715.post-1057142071023759973</id><published>2009-09-05T00:15:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T00:28:12.907+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dead Sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/SqGFSRbXupI/AAAAAAAAACU/6UA7Y4F6hiI/s1600-h/47b9d725b3127cce98548a11973b00000045100IYtmbhqzcMq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/SqGFSRbXupI/AAAAAAAAACU/6UA7Y4F6hiI/s320/47b9d725b3127cce98548a11973b00000045100IYtmbhqzcMq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377725979019426450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a great first day of the weekend. We rented a very small car and all loaded up and headed to the dead sea. Eduardo is used to driving in Mexico so he was up for the crazy Jordanian driving. The dead sea is about 30 minutes away. We ended up going to a hotel side beach instead of the public beach since it was only 3JD more. It was a very nice place with chairs and umbrellas and a couple pools and ofcourse the beach. We first headed down to the sea and floated around a bit. It’s a very strange feeling to be able to float.  Also sometime if I was positioned straight/or standing my legs would come up from under me and I would kinda roll so I was floating again.  For some background information the sea is 1,385 ft below sea level, the lowest elevation on the earth’s surface on dry land. It has 33.7% salinity and is 8.6 times as salty as the ocean. It’s salinity makes for a harsh environment where animals cannot live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next it was time for a mud bath. There was a section of the shoreline that was very muddy. All you do it reach down and grab a chunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a passage from a website about the mud...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Improves blood circulation and natural skin generation.&lt;br /&gt;Fine mud grains, cleanse the skin and remove any dirt particles, impurities and toxins.&lt;br /&gt;Proven to provide effective relief for skin disorders such as psoriasis, eczema, acne and wrinkles.&lt;br /&gt;Moisturizes your skin and helps natural skin hydration&lt;br /&gt;Gently peels away dead skin cells to reveal more youthful, healthier skin lay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;er&lt;br /&gt;Dead Sea mud has many amazing health properties, and in addition to the ones listed above also helps treat and relieve some other ailments. These ailments include arthritis, muscle stiffness and aches, rheumatism, joint inflammation and even itchy, dry skin.&lt;br /&gt;So how can some simple, all natural mud be so effective at helping so many things and cleaning your skin so well at the same time? The answer lies in what you can't see - the high concentration of salts and minerals present in the mud. You see, as the Dead Sea evaporates year after year (it's not connected to any other body of water), the salt and minerals which are already present in high amounts get absorbed into the mud at the bottom of the sea. This mud is then extracted and packaged, with all the impurities removed. The minerals which are present in the mud are all natural minerals which your skin needs every day. By using Dead Sea mud, or a mud mask, you are basically feeding your skin these essential minerals. Minerals such as potassium, magnesium, sodium, bromine and calcium are all needed by your skin to help maintain the right moisture levels and hydration.&lt;br /&gt;Another very powerful effect of using Dead Sea mud is the fact that as it dries, it pul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;ls out any toxins that may be present in your skin cells from your everyday diet. This leaves the skin completely clean, refreshed and pure on top of infusing it with the minerals. At the same time it firms your skin and tightens it, giving you an exceptional anti aging benefit and leaving your skin looking younger. Because of this dual effect of exfoliating, cleansing and providing essential minerals, Dead Sea mud is able to help with so many various ailments or to simply keep you skin looking young and healthy for a long time!&lt;br /&gt;Tip: Mud masks made with Dead Sea mud have also proved to be very helpful when applied to a scalp for hair roots strengthening. These masks help to stop hair loss and enhance new growth. They proved to be 4 times more effective than any other product of the kind during comparative tests with many other popular cosmetic brands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, you cover your body with this mud, as seen in photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next wash off and then shower off. We got back to the pool area and laid out on chairs and swam a little and read a little. We stayed until sunset and watch it go down under the mountains. We drove back in our tiny car and ate dinner together. A great day and a nice way to spend a Friday night. Tomorrow we are going over to Tine’s to have church at her place then back to work on Sunday. I may never get used to a Friday-Saturday weekend…&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/SqGFuQyOVxI/AAAAAAAAACc/dyr4pG2uyws/s1600-h/47b9d725b3127cce98548a0f972500000045100IYtmbhqzcMq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/SqGFuQyOVxI/AAAAAAAAACc/dyr4pG2uyws/s200/47b9d725b3127cce98548a0f972500000045100IYtmbhqzcMq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377726459883181842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331311214678601715-1057142071023759973?l=schreiberk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/feeds/1057142071023759973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/2009/09/dead-sea.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331311214678601715/posts/default/1057142071023759973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331311214678601715/posts/default/1057142071023759973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/2009/09/dead-sea.html' title='The Dead Sea'/><author><name>Kelley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/SM2_yxzOU8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/CbxBpR9Y1UA/S220/white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/SqGFSRbXupI/AAAAAAAAACU/6UA7Y4F6hiI/s72-c/47b9d725b3127cce98548a11973b00000045100IYtmbhqzcMq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331311214678601715.post-1616997610224058560</id><published>2009-09-03T16:25:00.010+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T11:46:49.102+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Bus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/Sp_HNeedHrI/AAAAAAAAACE/FGp0LmPzlMA/s1600-h/bandaid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/Sp_HNeedHrI/AAAAAAAAACE/FGp0LmPzlMA/s320/bandaid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377235514436689586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to get a blood test Wednesday for our Visa’s. A bus took us to a little sketchy building with a bunch of people in lines. We were directed to a room with many people in there and in the front was a desk and next to that was a lady who was taking everyone blood right there in the same room. I was so nervous, in the past I have turn a little white and tipsy from needles/blood so the fact that I was sitting in a room with all the blood and people and needles, I thought for sure I was a goner. BUT I survived! It wasn’t too bad, the build up was worse and I made sure to sneak some food and water on the bus. Once we got back no kids came to art class so we sat around and talked to some teachers. The bus ride home was the most excitement we have had all week working at the school. The driver put in a tape (yeh a cassette tape) and blared the music. The kids were clapping and yelling and dancing around. It was so fun to watch them. Here a video clip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4wkrxWLgD6c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4wkrxWLgD6c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4wkrxWLgD6c"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4wkrxWLgD6c&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was our first Iftar. It is the dinner party they have after sundown during Ramadan. It was in a really nice place called Sports City. There was a huge pool with a bridge with water flowing from it and lights and table set up in the GRASS, yes green beautiful grass. I already miss grass so much. I took my shoes off just to feel it for a little bit! Anyways, a big spread of food and dessert. It was thrown by Prince Hassan and his wife Princess Sarvath, but we only saw them from a distance, Prince Hassan also gave a speech, but it was in Arabic so not sure what it was about. We had a nice time and got some good food.&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Prince Hassan is the late King Hussain's brother. He would have been King when King Hussain died but 2 weeks before he died, Hussain named his son to be King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/Sp_Lkzj9Y5I/AAAAAAAAACM/0hvTbQJyitI/s1600-h/47b9d723b3127cce98548a17c48500000045100IYtmbhqzcMq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/Sp_Lkzj9Y5I/AAAAAAAAACM/0hvTbQJyitI/s320/47b9d723b3127cce98548a17c48500000045100IYtmbhqzcMq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377240313280422802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Added a few more &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2008860&amp;amp;id=123600233&amp;amp;l=2f3de8f697"&gt;photos. Click HERE! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331311214678601715-1616997610224058560?l=schreiberk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/feeds/1616997610224058560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/2009/09/party-bus.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331311214678601715/posts/default/1616997610224058560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331311214678601715/posts/default/1616997610224058560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/2009/09/party-bus.html' title='Party Bus'/><author><name>Kelley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/SM2_yxzOU8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/CbxBpR9Y1UA/S220/white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/Sp_HNeedHrI/AAAAAAAAACE/FGp0LmPzlMA/s72-c/bandaid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331311214678601715.post-4356675760851168452</id><published>2009-08-31T17:01:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T17:15:55.917+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Another first day of school</title><content type='html'>Sunday morning the bus picked us up at 645am! We went a new route as we now picked up students as well as teachers. Now started our first day of school. Jamie went to the weaving room while I went to the ceramics room. They are both part of the vocational section where the students are probably high school – adult.  I sat around for a while (if you haven’t noticed I do that a lot) and talked to some of the teachers that speak English as well as saying hi and introducing myself to some students and talked for a while with one that spoke good English. Many of the stared and I just tried to smile through it when some would try to talk to me or ask questions in Arabic. Finally I found out from one of the teachers that they were not going to do anything today and probably start ceramics next week.  Jamie and I got to go to a snack break at 10am with some of the students that didn’t/couldn’t fast (not sure which one). Also the younger kids, I think under 10, got to eat.  After that the day still went pretty slow still. We talked to some teachers and found out that Monday we would be placed in the school section for a couple weeks to see how we like it over there and then come back to the vocational side and then choose where we want to be put. Came home, now takes 1 hour and 20 min. to get back to our place, they drive crazy here, they go so fast and stop so fast, always beeping and there are tons of hills and small streets. I have been getting a little carsick and hope that will stop. Took a little nap and we went on my 2nd official run. Hill is still insane. Tonight was “on your own for dinner” night and we all walked down to a little snack shop to have a gyro type thing, called Shawarma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was now our day to go to the school section. We were both put in an arts &amp;amp; crafts room together. The teacher was very nice and spoke good English so we could talk to her and she could tell us what to do and what was going on. The first class was 2nd graders and she helped them make a decoration poster where they stamped a shaped with paint. The part I didn’t like was that the kids didn’t get to do much on their own. The teacher pretty much put the paint on chose where it would go and the kids helped press it down. The next class she asked Jamie and I to do the craft. Since I’m all about kids expressing themselves creatively, I decided to do it different. : ) I got 4 kids and Jamie got 4 so we each did our own. I let the kids put the paint on and let them pick where to put the stamp on the page, okay so ours might not have turned out to be the best looking final project…&lt;br /&gt;We are not sure what will happen tomorrow, if we will stay in the art room or move around. It was nice having something to do and the day went fast. I sat in the front of the bus on the way home thinking it might help the car sickness, but not only did it not help but an added plus to see my life flash before my eyes every time I thought we were going to crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have made a few admirers in the last two days as well. One very cute little boy, probably about 6 (but it is hard to tell age since some are really small depending on disability) would peek at us on the bus and always smile and blow kisses. Some of the kids from the vocational side would pass by the art room and wave, this might happen a few times an hour. We have another boy on the bus that likes to get our attention and wave; again, this happens several times throughout the ride. Some other boys kept “accidently” rolling a ball in the room we were in and pushing each other in and another would look at me and then when I would notice and smile back he would get a big sheepish grin and get embarrassed and put he face in his hands. It is amazing how much we can communicate without words and also how much we can figure out by going on visual cues alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One new picture today: this is Jamie in the art room.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/SpvaxSXVZeI/AAAAAAAAABs/ykonxqi7Sfk/s1600-h/art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/SpvaxSXVZeI/AAAAAAAAABs/ykonxqi7Sfk/s320/art.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376131120474973666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331311214678601715-4356675760851168452?l=schreiberk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/feeds/4356675760851168452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-first-day-of-school.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331311214678601715/posts/default/4356675760851168452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331311214678601715/posts/default/4356675760851168452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-first-day-of-school.html' title='Another first day of school'/><author><name>Kelley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/SM2_yxzOU8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/CbxBpR9Y1UA/S220/white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/SpvaxSXVZeI/AAAAAAAAABs/ykonxqi7Sfk/s72-c/art.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331311214678601715.post-3337153513993626576</id><published>2009-08-29T17:53:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T18:06:38.038+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mt. Nebo</title><content type='html'>I got 8 hours of sleep Thursday night! Okay I still woke up at 530am BUT went to bed at 930pm so I think I'm getting the hang of it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I went on my first group run. We went on an about 2 mile route they have been doing and it was pretty nice, the only problem, "Inshallah Hill." Inshallah is a term the Jordanians use often meaning, God willing. We named it ourselves. I have no idea how to measure the height or the distance of this hill that we live on top of but what I do know is that I felt like my lungs were going to explode from my chest. It was absolutely ridiculous. Anyways, I had to walk a little which is odd for me but I made it alive. It should be great training for us... Inshallah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then took a taxi to the bus station and the bus to Medaba. (By the way, since there is 5 of us, and we don’t like spending money on transportation, us four girls always cram into the not so roomy back seats of the taxis.) Once in Medaba we found another taxi that would take us to Mt. Nebo. The view from Mt. Nebo was kind of cool but hard for me to grasp the fact that Moses stood in the same spot as God showed him the land…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Deuteronomy 34:1 Then Moses went to Mount Nebo from the plains of Moab and climbed Pisgah Peak, which is across from Jericho. And the LORD showed him the whole land, from Gilead as far as Dan; 2 all the land of Naphtali; the land of Ephraim and Manasseh; all the land of Judah, extending to the Mediterranean Sea F64 ; 3 the Negev; the Jordan Valley with Jericho – the city of palms – as far as Zoar. 4 Then the LORD said to Moses, "This is the land I promised on oath to Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, and I told them I would give it to their descendants. I have now allowed you to see it, but you will not enter the land." &lt;br /&gt;5 So Moses, the servant of the LORD, died there in the land of Moab, just as the LORD had said. 6 He was buried F65 in a valley near Beth-peor in Moab, but to this day no one knows the exact place. 7 Moses was 120 years old when he died, yet his eyesight was clear, and he was as strong as ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a smaller, local restaurant to eat Friday night dinner. We shared kabobs (on pita with hummus &amp; Turkish salad, which is like an amazing salsa) and then went to a sweet shop and shared some Jordanian dessert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Saturday, I slept for 9.5-10 hours! Went to sleep at about 930-10pm, again was exhausted, and woke up at 730am! I didn’t even hear the call to prayer at 430! Good time to get on track since school starts tomorrow.  We ate brunch together and then Tine, a girl that was on the project last year who is still staying for another month joined us for church service in our apartment, and after ate linner (lunch/dinner). It’s 6pm and I’m getting very tired already, debating weather to take a nap or try to tough it out and get to bed early again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things: I got a cell phone. Pretty excited about that, I actually can receive calls and text from the US too! &lt;br /&gt;Also here is a video of our flat… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/03iDA6We-Lo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/03iDA6We-Lo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2008860&amp;id=123600233&amp;l=2f3de8f697"&gt;link to my public facebook photo album&lt;/a&gt;. Right now you can see a couple pictures from our flat as well as Mt. Nebo photos, I will continue to add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2008860&amp;id=123600233&amp;l=2f3de8f697"&gt;PHOTOS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331311214678601715-3337153513993626576?l=schreiberk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/feeds/3337153513993626576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/2009/08/mt-nebo.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331311214678601715/posts/default/3337153513993626576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331311214678601715/posts/default/3337153513993626576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/2009/08/mt-nebo.html' title='Mt. Nebo'/><author><name>Kelley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/SM2_yxzOU8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/CbxBpR9Y1UA/S220/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331311214678601715.post-7059973817728170385</id><published>2009-08-28T09:43:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T09:47:34.210+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Up to Date</title><content type='html'>Okay everyone, my first official blog… guess I should let everyone know what Amman is like and what I have been doing the last couple days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLEEP: Let’s start with the time zone/jet lag factor. Jordan is 8 hours ahead of Minnesota (central time). I have been doing okay with sleep, better than I thought. I got in Tuesday night at 9pm and stayed up talking/getting things put away until about 1am. I woke up at about 6am. After work I decided to take a nap, thinking I would sleep a hour… over 3 hours later I woke up. The next morning I woke up at 430am from the call to prayer (we will discuss later). This morning was best yet, I was so tired I went to sleep at 930pm and woke up at 530am. And since that was 8 hours, I’m hoping I am on track! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORK: For the last two days I have gone to the place where I will be working. The place is called YWMA and is a school for the mentally challenged. We get picked up by the school bus (all teachers/students get picked up by the busses) and we ride its for almost an hour to school. There is two parts to the school, a regular school and a vocational school. I will probably be placed in the vocational school where older students go to learn life skills but mostly do either weaving (rugs/baskets), ceramics, or woodshop. We will also teach an English class once a week as well as go on house visits once a week. School for students starts this Sunday (remember workweek is Sunday-Thursday). The last two days we haven’t had much to do, the teachers are organizing their classrooms a little but mostly they just chat in Arabic (a lot about food we think) while we mostly sit in silence for a couple hours. To end, we are ready for the students to come to be busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIVING/ROOMMATES/GROUPMATES: I have 2 roommates and 2 groupmates (I made that word up just now for them).  We are in a nice 3 bedroom flat. We have a living room (with TV), good size kitchen, dining room, and 2 bathrooms. We are defiantly not suffering. I live with Audry &amp; Jamie, both from Ohio, Stephanie &amp; Eduardo live a floor down in a similar place. We will each take turns making dinner (5 nights out of the week) and the other 2 nights is leftovers or on own. We travel together and also formed our own running club… actually probably the ONLY people, for sure women, running. And rumor has it we will try to run the Dead Sea Marathon in April!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTHER: So a couple things that are interesting about Jordan right now. 1. The “call to prayer.” Everyday starting at 430am the call to prayer goes off on loudspeakers throughout the city coming from different masques. Naturally, this usually wakes me up, its very different. It also sounds at different times throughout the day but the 430 one is most noticeable to me.  Here is a clip of what this sounds like… (not my video) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CQREUVKdi28&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CQREUVKdi28&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing is that we are in Ramadan right now. This makes eating and drinking for us a little more difficult because 1. No one else is doing it, 2. No food places are serving, and 3. If we do eat we need to do it in private. I have been starving at the school the last 2 days and yesterday snuck into the bathroom, stuffed a granola bar in my mouth, and chugged some water… still so hungry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Friday, so it’s the weekend for us. We are going to go on a short run and then travel to Mt. Nebo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331311214678601715-7059973817728170385?l=schreiberk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/feeds/7059973817728170385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/2009/08/up-to-date.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331311214678601715/posts/default/7059973817728170385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331311214678601715/posts/default/7059973817728170385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/2009/08/up-to-date.html' title='Up to Date'/><author><name>Kelley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/SM2_yxzOU8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/CbxBpR9Y1UA/S220/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331311214678601715.post-6922782402576065915</id><published>2009-08-27T14:08:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T17:11:30.188+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Jordan Facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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(2009 Ramadan is from 8/21 to 9/19)&lt;br /&gt;-Currency is Jordanian Dinar (JD) Right now 1JD=1.41USD&lt;br /&gt;-Our transportation: taxis &amp;amp; buses&lt;br /&gt;-Work week: Sunday-Thursday (Friday &amp;amp; Saturday=weekend)  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331311214678601715-6922782402576065915?l=schreiberk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/feeds/6922782402576065915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/2009/08/interesting-jordan-facts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331311214678601715/posts/default/6922782402576065915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331311214678601715/posts/default/6922782402576065915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/2009/08/interesting-jordan-facts.html' title='Interesting Jordan Facts'/><author><name>Kelley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/SM2_yxzOU8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/CbxBpR9Y1UA/S220/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331311214678601715.post-8860319909914924526</id><published>2009-08-18T20:21:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T06:16:35.665+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bought My Plane Ticket</title><content type='html'>I leave Monday the 24th.&lt;br /&gt;My Skype name is Schreiber.Kelley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331311214678601715-8860319909914924526?l=schreiberk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/feeds/8860319909914924526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/2009/08/bought-my-plane-ticket.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331311214678601715/posts/default/8860319909914924526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331311214678601715/posts/default/8860319909914924526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schreiberk.blogspot.com/2009/08/bought-my-plane-ticket.html' title='Bought My Plane Ticket'/><author><name>Kelley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vWKSqxAmq6Y/SM2_yxzOU8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/CbxBpR9Y1UA/S220/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
